Niall Horan Imagines

Imagine 20: He takes you to an award show. (Dirty)

You finish putting your cherry red lipstick on just in time for Niall to call out that it's time to go. Perfect.

You adjust your strapless dress once more and admire your handy work in the mirror. It fit you like a glove. Your hair was curled to perfection and makeup was on point.

You made your way down the stairs carefully and found Niall in the living room facing the TV. You took the time to admire just how good he looked in a suit.

"Babeeee, we gotta go if we don't wanna be late!" He called out again and you let a little giggle. He turned around swiftly and paused once his eyes found you.

"I uh- wow." He stuttered and you couldn't help but feel a bit cocky at his reaction towards you. "You look absolutely stunning petal."

You blushed at his words and gave him a compliment as well. The two of you made your way to the car quickly, seeing as you should've been on your way to the venue ten minutes ago.

While in the car you placed a sweet, yet teasing hand on Niall's knee. He glanced down and smirked at the sight. You kept your eyes anywhere but on him and felt him place his hand over yours, suggestingly sliding your hand up his thigh.

How cheeky of him.

Too little, too late of him, you arrived at the venue just moments before any fun could begin. He helped you out of the car and gave your ass a slight slap as you made your way inside.

You met up with the rest of the boys and chatted a bit before you felt the familiar touch of Niall on your behind. You looked up at him and he shot you a quick wink.

"Excuse me, I'm going to go to the ladies room." You said and sauntered away, making sure to swing your hips in a suggestive manner. You looked back to see if Niall took the bait and his mouth was slightly ajar, eyes full of lust.

Bingo.

Of course you didn't just come to the ladies room for no reason, you took some scandalous photos and sent your favorite one to Niall. You quickly fixed yourself up when you heard the announcer to take your seats over the PA system.

You find Niall alone in the hallways and he pulls you to him and presses himself against you. "Ya feel that darlin'?"

His hands slide down your backside and you feel a shiver run down your spine. "You feel what you do to me?" And with that he's off and you follow behind him, craving his touch.

The show is slow and boring. The boys category isn't even towards the end of the show. Plus you can't focus on anything other than the feeling of Niall's hand on your bare thigh, courtesy of the slit in your dress.

You swallow hard and bite your lower lip thinking of how much you love his touch. You just wish he would move his hand more North to where you really wanted his fingers.

Your breath hitches when his hand swipes the inside of your thigh. You were seriously going to pop with arousal any minute.

"Let's get outta here." You hear him whisper in your ear and you nod your head quickly, goosebumps rising on your skin.

You two stand and make your way towards the lobby. Niall mutters some lame excuse about needing a drink and that's all it takes until you're both stumbling trying to find a place to be alone.

Soon enough Niall finds an empty lounge room and locks the door immediately after entering. Within seconds your lips are crashing and his tongue slips into your mouth.

You let out a moan as he pushes you against the wall. Your hands tangle in his hair and his find their way to your ass. "This has got to be quick baby." He mumbles against your lips and you nod your head quickly.

You reach for his belt buckle and undo it as quickly as possible, never removing your lips from his. You pull his pants down and leave him in his boxers, bulge hard and prominent. Your mouth waters and you can't wait to have him inside you.

He lifts your dress up and pauses when he sees you in your black lace undies. "So damn sexy."

His eyes are full of lust, lips tinted from your lipstick, and hair disheveled. He's never looked better.

"Condom."

"Wallet."

He puts it on quickly and bends you against the couch in the room. You spread your legs for him and feel him slide in slowly from behind. You moan as he bottoms out. Slowly, he begins to rock his hips back and forth until he's got a good rhythm going.

You know you shouldn't be loud but you can't help the moans that begin to escape your mouth. His hands grip your hips tightly as his thrusts get harder and faster. Your breathing gets heavy and you can hear his short little moans as he fills you up.

"You feel so fuckin' good." He moans and you bite your lip to keep quiet. You feel yourself nearing the end, your legs starting to spasm. Niall follows close behind you and gives one final thrust before he's moaning your name.

He slips out of you quickly and you both try to get your appearances together. As your reaching for your underwear you hear Niall let out a sound of disapproval and takes them from your hand.

"M'keepin' these." He smirks, shoving them into his pocket. You can't help but squeeze your thighs together in arousal.

The two of you quickly make your way back to the show, just in time for the boys to be called up as winners. You clap and feel incredibly proud of him and all the boys, their hard work finally paying off.

As you're watching them all on stage, you can't help but feel smug knowing the reason why Niall looks so flushed. Definitely not for winning that award, that's for sure.

AN: Hope you liked it! Also you guys should check out nofakecrown's new story Game Changer! Remember to like and comment! :)